...this is the world we have set on fire.....

Sabbaths 1989

In early morning we awaken from
The sound of engine running the night,
And then we start the engines of the day.
We speed away in to the fading light.

Nowhere is any sound but of our going
On roads strung everywhere with humming wire.
Nowhere is there an end except in smoke.
This is the world we have set on fire.

This is the promised burning, darkening
Our light of hope and putting out the sun,
Blighting the leaf, the stream - and blessed are
The dead who died before this time began.

Blessed the dead who escaped in time
The twisted metal and the fractured stone,
The technobodies of the hopeless cure'
Now, to the living, only grief has shown.

The little yellow of the violet
Risen again out of the dead year's leaves,
And grief alone is the measure of the love
That only lives by rising out of graves.

Wendell Berry

                                 ...listen to the Radio4 interview with Andrew Marr....

                                                                         http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b08njtjg

                                  ....read the book....